I started back to work today. A permanent job with permanent hours. Its pretty much everything I was holding out for…hospice…part-time…flexible hours..in a territory close to my house. I’m anticipating it going well.
The next week or so will be orientation. I sat in front of a computer screen today and did policy and procedure modules. I’ll get more of that the rest of this week interspersed with meetings. Next week I’ll be out in the field with one of my nurse friends that I used to work with at another hospice. She put in a good word for me at this job.
I’m just anxious to be helping people again. I know it is hard to explain to people who aren’t in this profession, but I miss it. I miss the human interaction. I miss listening to people, helping them solve problems, educating them. I truly love being a nurse.
I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m chalking it up to nerves. So some of the modules were somnolence inducing. Tomorrow I get to meet more of the team. I’m anxious to see how things work with this company.
I’ve mapped out the paydays and we are looking at moving mid-April. It can’t come soon enough.
The pain has subsided with the rise in temperature. Yesterday was BRUTAL. Ice is not my friend. I live here for a few reasons. One of them being so I don’t have to deal with the total bullshit called winter. This was my backyard yesterday morning:
We used that grill a few days before…in 80 degree weather
I am soooooo looking forward to warm weather. I don’t mind the heat. I may occasionally complain when it gets into the triple digits, but I definitely prefer it to this crap.
SXSW starts this weekend. I will be down there next Thursday night (my birthday) in hopes of feeling “cool” and “trendy”. I didn’t get to go last year because of my health, so I’m looking forward to it. I think its hilarious the things that I do now in my 30s that I didn’t get to do in my 20s. Maybe its because my husband in my 30s is much more fun..
Very happy to be among the productive, contributing segment of society again. Its hard to explain how this feels to someone who has never experienced it. Even though I was (still am) sick, not being able to support myself, having to rely on others is a horrible feeling. Although I have a wonderful husband who has never ever made me feel at fault or responsible for the situation we are in, it still sucks. Seeing him work so hard at TWO jobs, one on night shift, just makes it worse.
So hopefully after a few weeks he can cut back, and we can get back on our feet and our situation can change.
Very optimistic right now.